Attitude's Are Contagious, Is Yours Worth Catching?

I recently came a crossed this quote and thought, HEY! That will make a great blog post. So, here we are.

I usually try to have the best attitude possible. Be upbeat, uplifting, encouraging, inspiring, caring, loving, all those things.

I've noticed lately though that my attitude seems to suck. I complain way more than I should. But, mostly my attitude towards myself is not good.

So, starting right now I am aware of it and am working on a much better attitude towards myself as well as others. I want to continue to be the upbeat, uplifting, encouraging and inspiring person I know I can be. I want people to look at me and say "Wow. I love her energy. I love her attitude towards life. I love how she treats people."

I want to start epidemics of happy, uplifting, wonderful people.

How about you? Is your attitude worth catching?

I'm still on my way to becoming Katie Butterfly!

Love, hugs and all the positive energy to you!!

Katie

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Self care, sleep and all that important stuff

I've been trying to work on my self care and give myself the love and care I deserve. I haven't been sleeping well, at all. My doctor wants me to have a sleep study done to see if we can figure out the last 2% of why I'm not quite coming out of my last major episode. Tomorrow I'm scheduled to meet with someone in sleep medicine and go from there. In the mean time I'm working harder on my self care, and being good to myself. Today I have been enjoying watching my Monk, smelling my lovely candles and a yummy smoothie. Hoping to get some answers tomorrow. And that's where I'm at right now. Xoxo, Katie Butterfly

Stephanie's story.

" When I was in my mid-teens, I was sexually assaulted. When I was in my mid-teens, I was taught my sole purpose on this earth was to be of service to men, to be a sexual object, not a human being . After being assaulted, everything I thought I knew about myself crumbled. I became an object, not a person . The deep seeded shame society taught me was mine to bear crippled and silenced me. I was taught that what happened to me was my fault. I walked the hallways at school with my head tilted to the floor and my books tightly wrapped around my chest. I didn’t have to look up to know everyone was whispering to each other about me as I walked by. “Did you hear, she cuts herself, what an attention whore”, “Did you know she was drinking the other day in class? She’s crazy”. Little did they know about the pain I was feeling inside, how every day I would wake up hoping it would be my last. After my assault, I felt so alone and the only way I could release my pain was to wage a war a...

Tara's story.

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